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i can see in your little ringlets clumped around your ears and pushed off your neck how you tried so hard to stop him and i can see your ***** and chewed-off fingernails how difficult it was for you to leave on a cold morning from his warm arms, from those four walls, and the full kitchen, and the blankets and the coffee and the books. you're brushing your teeth in the sink next to me and you're not looking at the mirror or anything. your purse fell off the counter and a few things fell out hairspray; a ballpoint pen; a tube of mascara; a bottle of water. i don't know why these things were the only ones i remembered. why didn't i look closer at your face? because when i handed you your pen you didn't say anything, just held open the bag and stretched your lips into an almost-smile. i remember your bangs covering over half your face, and i remember the cut just below the left half of your lips. i remember the way your permanently-damp skin clung to your bones, like dew on a flower, and the sides of your shoes were falling apart. i wish i could tell you how much of an impact you had on me in those 30 seconds, but even more- i wish you found home and that you're happy.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
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i can see in your little ringlets clumped around your ears and pushed off your neck how you tried so hard to stop him and i can see your ***** and chewed-off fingernails how difficult it was for you to leave on a cold morning from his warm arms, from those four walls, and the full kitchen, and the blankets and the coffee and the books. you're brushing your teeth in the sink next to me and you're not looking at the mirror or anything. your purse fell off the counter and a few things fell out hairspray; a ballpoint pen; a tube of mascara; a bottle of water. i don't know why these things were the only ones i remembered. why didn't i look closer at your face? because when i handed you your pen you didn't say anything, just held open the bag and stretched your lips into an almost-smile. i remember your bangs covering over half your face, and i remember the cut just below the left half of your lips. i remember the way your permanently-damp skin clung to your bones, like dew on a flower, and the sides of your shoes were falling apart. i wish i could tell you how much of an impact you had on me in those 30 seconds, but even more- i wish you found home and that you're happy.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
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